The Coming Doomsday 2

And, incredibly, he did. He did keep fucking her. His cock didn’t diminish at all despite the bucket of seed he’d deposited in her. It felt stiffer than ever and it kept rutting into her as lustfully as when he’d first entered her.

Lady had no choice but to come again. And again.

Her strength gave out. Her body went limp. Still Kon fucked her, now holding her in his arms, pumping her up and down on his drilling hips more like a masturbatory aid than a lover.

If Lady were still capable of thought, it would’ve struck her as a final humiliation that he dug his teeth into the copiously polished chrome of her cybernetic implant, jaws worrying the metal like a dog chewing a bone as he kept up her ravishing. Ejaculating into her again, and again, fresh cum swelling his balls even faster than he dumped it into the all-but-comatose Lady Dragon.

It was actually a bit of Kryptonian in Kon—figuring that Lady’s metal could take his rapacious violence easier than her flesh could. He still clawed at her body, sharp fingernails reducing her clothing to tatters and raising red welts all over her once flawless skin, but for a woman who was mostly human, Lady was able to survive her tryst with something that was only not a god in that it was a demon.

Whether her mind would recover was another matter. She was hard-wired into the underwater base’s control systems and as she was used as a cum dumpster time and time again—enjoying it in as much as she could still feel anything—the lights turned on and off. Airlocks opened, flooding the base with water before abruptly shutting again. Death-traps and defense systems went off at random, prompting her former underlings to flee the out-of-control station before it could claim their lives.

And still Kon fucked her.

The thing was: the Suicide Squad was still inside the building. Duchess, Harley, Encantadora, and Enchantress. Seeing the state the base was reduced to, they’d quickly returned to the Squad’s mission statement—every man for himself. Splitting up, they wandered the abandoned base, keeping abreast of its malfunctioning machinery and searching for a way out.

With their usual efficiency, the Silicon Dragons had only equipped the base with enough escape pods for their own personnel. Which left the women wandering in circles, hoping they could outpace a rescue operation that would surely return them to jail. Each villainess knew that if she could get clear of the site and get her cooperation-inducing implant removed, she’d be assumed dead. Which was as good as a pardon.

So it was that Kon actually stopped fucking Lady Dragon, sensing an unfamiliar presence in the area. He trained his thoughts on his sense of smell and tasted the air. Female. Nervous. And cunt.

Not turned on yet, but he could do to her what he’d done to Lady Dragon. It wasn’t quite as pleasurable as it once had been, fucking her blown-out body with his cum stuffing it, lathering her both inside and out.

He recalled the freshness of when he’d first entered Lady. The tightness that had greeted his cock before he’d permanently resized her cunt. He wanted that again. He wanted to make this new woman a fucked-out wreck like Lady was.

“There ya are!” Harley cried, coming upon Superboy in the darkened base—the lights being one more thing that Lady Dragon couldn’t attend to with her blissed out mind.

Now that Kon had stopped fucking Lady, Harley didn’t notice her. If she’d only looked down, she would’ve noticed Lady sprawled at Kon’s feet. That he was bottomless. That he stood in a puddle of the abundant cum that Lady’s body had been unable to accept, it was already filled so full.

But Harley was a convict many times over and her first thought was one of escape. Crazy she might be, but she was still canny enough to realize Kon’s powers were one of the only ways off this dump. And while anyone who wore the S would probably be so goody-two-shoes as to return her to the authorities—there was no harm in trying…

“We really did a number on these draggy-ass dragons, didn’t we? Yup, yessireebob, this is one secret base that won’t be drugging or terrorizing or whatever they did here. What a team we make! It almost seems a shame that we have to split up. You know, I hear the kids these days have a thing for MILFs. I know I’m not exactly a mother, but I have two pet hyenas—that’s kinda the same thing to a millennial, right? Hey, you ever heard about the clits those things have?”

By this point, Harley had minced her way close enough to Kon that, even in the shadows, she should’ve realized the change that had come over him. His eyes now kicked back a certain amount of the dim light. At his knuckles, the skin was white and callused, almost thorny in how knotted it was. His shoulders and elbows were prominent, the skin beginning to deform as the bone underneath pushed outward. His ribs were somehow visible despite his bulky muscle, their striations riding the fullness of his pectorals, giving his body even more ridges than his abs already possessed. He was more muscular than ever, his physique on par with Superman’s. But there was no mistaking it for human.

Unless, of course, you were Harley. She only saw the massive endowment Kon was gifted with.

That too had changed. Impressive to begin with, it was now twelve inches long and thick as a can of Red Bull—adapted to utterly dominate and debase females such as Lady Dragon, no matter how resistant.

It stretched out in a series of jolts, rising up to take aim at Harley. A leathery sheath held his manhood, protecting it from injury even as the rest of him was protected by his developing exoarmor, but before Harley’s stunned eyes, his purple cockhead slid free, a massive slab of smoking hot arousal.

“You’re happy to see me,” Harley muttered, unable to even think of the first half of the joke.

She bent at the waist to get a closer look at his gargantuan cock—then shook her head as though in disbelief. Slowly, Harley’s sensual lips developed a dreamy smile. Although she was still ignorant of Lady Dragon’s current fate, she could still well imagine what it would be like to be fucked by this monster… or at least, she thought she could.

“Yeesh, maybe I should jerk you off instead of letting that beast remodel my guts… Did I say that out loud?”

She did sort of owe him a favor. He’d kept her alive during the Squad’s attack on the base and, after all, clearly she’d given him that huge hard-on when she’d pranced in there. So maybe she should be responsible for dealing with it?

Harley didn’t have much experience with responsibility. She wasn’t really sure how it worked.

She reasoned it would be pretty embarrassing to bring Kon up to the surface in this condition. And how was she supposed to soften him up without emptying his balls? She was wearing a skintight clown outfit. There was nothing she could do that wasn’t arousing!

Of course, Harley also wanted to jerk him off. Her hands itched to feel that hot, hard cock. She longed to touch that harsh throbbing instead of just seeing it. And maybe close her eyes and feel the burn of his thick, steaming cum when it spurted out all over her?

She supposed it was a bit naughty of her, but then, they were underwater. It’d all wash off on the way to the surface, right? And even if he was in a certain age range that was its own subgenre of manga, it wasn’t like she’d be fucking him or sucking him off. Harley wasn’t that crazy.

She stroked his paling hair and ran her fingers down his neck. Kon snorted and nuzzled his soft, moist lips against her cheek. Harley giggled, feeling his body press against hers. His flesh rippled with muscle, even his cock.

Harley hadn’t even undressed and she still felt like she was burning up, totally aroused by how naughty she was being. Her imagination fired with lust. Her cunt twinged, vibrating on the same frequency as the massive hard-on that was so close to it.